What was going on at that table.
Goren didn't understand a thing.
On the one hand, there was Alex and his sister Elizabeth, who didn't even glance at each other, fighting a cold battle.
On the other hand, Elizabeth wasn't shy about throwing him hate-filled glances.
He'd understood that the dragon hated him, but he hadn't expected it.
But it was when he saw her looking at him with an evil smile on her lips, a murderous look in her eyes, and going after his meat with her knife that he got the message.
That she dreamed of doing to him what she had done to that piece of meat.
And on the other side, there was Jonathan Eames, who kept giving him and his latest daughter looks heavy with reproach.
But what could have happened to make all his glances so cold, reproachful and hateful.
Strangely enough...
Alex's mother and his two brothers didn't seem to have noticed what was going on, because he was acting as he always did, as if they weren't concerned by what was happening.
Could it be that he was the problem.
He was seriously beginning to wonder.
- Bobby... You…

At Eames's voice, which had just called him by his diminutive name, he snapped out of his thoughts, to see Jonathan Eames giving his daughter a dirty look, his face serious, and angry, which made Alex lower his eyes, and remain silent, biting his lips at having been betrayed like that, his cheeks pink, putting the salad bowl down, and bringing her hands under the table, which she kept firmly on her thighs.
Name of God...
Alex had just made the biggest blunder of all by calling her Bobby in front of everyone.
Everyone had fallen silent and stared at her in surprise.
She'd just said out loud that they were intimate.
And that wasn't good at all.
Good God...
How was he going to fix this.
But he could still feel Alex's older sister's gaze, and the way she looked at him, her closed face, and that expression that said, I know everything.
My God...
But then that was why he was entitled to all this hatred from Elizabeth.
Because she knew what was going on between him and Alex.
But how.
And then the sound of the door being slammed shut made her realize.
So she'd caught them.

Or at least heard.
And not at any time.
Goren was in a bad way.
If Elizabeth ever decided to tell her father, he didn't give a damn.
Maybe he'd be better off not joining Alex in her room tonight, until things calmed down with his big sister.
But if he did that without warning her, he was afraid of hurting her.
And that he couldn't do.
He'd go, explain why it was better not to see each other in her room for a while, and she'd understand.
Then he'd go quietly to his room.
Yes, that was the best solution.

Bobby...
His latest daughter had just called Goren, Bobby.
And for Jonathan Eames this could only mean one thing.
That his youngest daughter and Goren were intimate.
And he didn't like that.
Not at all.
He had also noticed the looks of hatred Elisabeth cast at Goren.
As if she knew something that concerned him personally, and wanted to kill him for it.
And Jonathan Eames was sure it could only be his little sister, the way they fought so coldly.
Should he take a look at his daughter's room tonight...
Yes, that was a wise decision.
And he'd know where to position himself to surprise young Goren if he went to see his daughter.

For he was sure that Goren wasn't foolish enough to go through the door in full view of everyone, at the risk of being surprised, but through the window, which was a less risky place to be surprised.
Yes, the window was the ideal passageway, because nobody would have the slightest idea.
Except a silly boy chasing after a girl he was interested in, and wanted her to be interested in him in return.
And so, he was going to keep a lookout, and all night if he had to.
Pleased with his idea, Jonathan Eames turned his gaze away from his latest daughter, and especially from this Goren, whom if he looked at one more time, he was sure he'd lose control of, and that he'd go and strangle this young rooster in front of his whole family.
And that was a scene best avoided.
He was the kind of person who kept his cool, and always wanted to set a good example.
By doing this, he'd be doing the opposite.
So it was better to concentrate on other things.
Like the food on his plate, just waiting to be eaten.
So he took a fork from his plate of mashed potatoes and put it in his mouth.

So that's what it was.
As young Goren made his way to the tree, looking around to see if anyone was there, he began to climb it, but in a very unconfident way, since he was going about it, how shall we say, like a foot.
Jonathan Eames realized he hadn't made a mistake.
This was the way Goren reached his daughter.
And he did it at night.
Well hidden in plain sight.
But perhaps he was imagining things.
His last daughter could very well have told him to turn back.
But strangely enough, he had his doubts, but still hoped she would.
Seeing Goren leaving the branch he'd been walking on with no confidence to get to Alex's room, he waited for his daughter's outraged cries to tell Goren to leave, and that he had no business in her room at this hour.
But nothing, not a single scream.
My God...
Jonathan Eames felt a violent anger rising up inside him, and he clenched his fists until his knuckles were white.
Could it be that Goren and his daughter...
No.
Alex was too young.
And if he was, he'd make him want to, by cutting off what he owned.
He'd make him a eunuch.

But maybe he saw evil where there was none.
Maybe he'd come to see his daughter, just to talk to her.
But if that was the case, why not go through her door, and do it in broad daylight.
No, Jonathan Eames didn't like what he was seeing.
And he was going to wait and see how long it would be before this young pipsqueak came out of his daughter's room.
And tomorrow night, he'd pull out all the stops, go into Alex's room and surprise them.
And then, farewell to Monsieur Goren.

Name of God...
It was taking Goren a long time to leave his daughter's room.
He'd been in his room for hours, and hadn't shown his nose to come out.
You'd think he'd slept with his daughter.
Especially as dawn was beginning to break.

It wasn't enough for Goren to sully his daughter's reputation, because by sleeping with her he was doing just that.
And not only that, he was destroying her entire future.
Was he really obliged to sleep with his daughter, even though he'd provided her with a room.
Jonathan Eames could feel the mustard rising in his nose, and he was going to seriously look after him.
- See you later, kiddo...
At her words, and that masculine voice, Jonathan Eames snapped out of his thoughts, to see Goren's hand on his daughter's cheek, caressing her, and his face lowered to hers, kissing her fiercely.
Which made the blood rush to her brain.
That pipsqueak...
He dared to kiss his daughter.
And the worst of it wasn't Goren's behavior, but his daughter's. She was clutching his curls.
She clutched Goren's curls with her tiny fingers, responding hungrily to his kiss, pressing her body against his.
Holy...
But his daughter behaving like a...
Jonathan Eames opened his mouth in shock at this scene, a little too spirited for a fifteen-year-old girl.

He who had so hoped to make films.
That it was just doubts, and nothing more.
But his instinct as a policeman was never wrong.
And he should have known better than to have doubts between Goren and his daughter.
His two weren't just talking, or even kissing wisely.
They were sleeping together, judging by his daughter's reaction as she pressed her little body like the last of the debauched, on a Goren who seemed to be enjoying the closeness far too much.
In anger, he wanted to show himself so they'd see that he knew everything, and that they couldn't deny it.
And make them regret their debauchery.
Because for him, that's what it was, and nothing more.
But Jonathan Eames realized it would be better to catch them in his daughter's bedroom, in the middle of the action.
Because there, yes, they could no longer deny it.
Right now, they could tell her it was just a kiss and nothing more.
And so it would be better to wait until tonight to solve Goren's problem.
- I love you, Bobby.
At his daughter's words, Jonathan Eames felt his heart stop.
My God…

No.
Her daughter couldn't have said those words.
Not the flesh of her flesh.
And yet, her daughter had just said openly that she loved Goren.
My God...
This couldn't be happening.
He must have been in the middle of a nightmare.
Alex, his darling little girl, couldn't be in love with this Goren.
And yet, when he saw Goren, whose feet had just touched the ground, and stepped away from the tree he'd lowered, to see him turn around, raise his face in his daughter's direction, and give her a big smile, he saw his daughter's face light up, and he understood that she was really in love with him.
- I love you too... Lassie.
Pardon.
Goren had just told his daughter that he loved her too.
But that was simply impossible.
A man his age couldn't love a girl Alex's age.
Her body, however, could.
- I'm not...
At his daughter's pouting reply, which gave way two seconds later to a small, tender smile on her lips, he saw Goren turn away and burst out laughing.
My God...
That laugh...
He'd never seen Goren smile or heard him laugh in all the time he'd known him.

He'd always had this look of sadness and pain on his face.
And now he looked totally different, like a different man.
A happy man.
Could it be that he was really sincere about his daughter, that he really loved her.
No, it simply wasn't possible.
He'd called her gamine.
So Alex was just a little girl to him.
So why tell her he loved her?
But Jonathan Eames already knew the answer.
So he could sleep with his daughter.
And Goren understood that Alex was in love with him, so he took advantage of it.
But tonight it would all be over.
Jonathan Eames vowed to himself as he watched Goren walk away towards the entrance to the house.
He could already see himself kicking him out of the house.